reyna man, sumasablay din. :)

Suddenly, I'm alive and I feel the need to write down everything I feel. But not quite.

I so hate stress. Why? Because.. one thing always leads to another. And in my case, stresses always lead to frustration and later on, depression. ): It's a complex self issue. I'd rather not talk about the process.

But..

*sigh* I think I badly need professional psychiatric help right now. I can rant all on my own (which, as of now, is the next best thing) but sometimes, it's just good to know that there's someone present to hear all your bad-day drama. Even if that someone just nods occasionally and asks "And how do you feel about that?". I feel so effin' lonely. No one to hear me out, no one to hug me when I'm scared, no one to watch over me-- it's a sad realm of loneliness that consumes me whole. And fast.

What to do now? Where to go after? When to stop? Who to call first? Clueless. Pointless, even.


*sigh*

It all ends tonight. It just has to. ):